Prayers for Bobby Page #14

listened to my son,

when he poured his heart out to me...

I would not be standing here today with you

filled with regrets.

I believe

that God was pleased with Bobby's kind and loving spirit.

In god's eyes

kindness and love are what it's all about.

I didn't know that each time that I echoed eternal damnation for gay people...

each time I referred to Bobby as sick and perverted and a danger to our children...

his self-esteem,

his sense of worth, were being destroyed.

and finally,

his spirit broke beyond repair.

It was not god's will that Bobby climbed over the side of a freeway overpass

and jumped directly into the path

of an 18 wheel truck which killed him instantly.

Bobby's death

was the direct result of his parents' ignorance and fear of the word gay.

He wanted to be a writer.

His hopes and dreams should not have been taken from him but they were.

They are children

like Bobby,

sitting in your congreggations,

unknown to you,

they will be listening,

as you echo Amen.

And that will soon silence their prayers.

Their prayers to god,

for understanding,

and acceptance,

and for your love.

But your hatred, and fear,

and ignorance of the word gay will silence those prayers

So...

before you echo Amen

in your home and place of worship.

Think!

Think and remember.

A child is listening.

Oh, Mum...

Should be good.

He lost.

They voted the order install.

Well, he'll try again next year, right?

So, we're really going to San Francisco?

I think we have to.

I don't think that's a choice.

Well...

that's ironic.

Ok.

Are we late?

Just in time!

Jacky, is this everyone?

Oh! honey, no...

Come with me.

We have a special place for you.

Ok .

To all the Bobby and Janes out there...

I say these words to you as I would with my own precious children.

Please don't give up hope on life.

Or yourselves.

You're very special to me.

I'm working very hard to make this world a better and safer place for you to live in.

Promise me you'll keep trying.

Bobby gave up on love.

I hope you won't.

You're always in my gods.

My name is Bobby Griffith.

I write this in hope that one day,

many years from now,

I would be able to go back

and remember what my life was like,

when I was a young and confused adolescent,

desperately trying to understand myself in the world I live in

The other reason I write this,

so long after I died,

others may have a chance to read about me,

and see what my life as a young person was like.

On December 6th 1995, Mary Griffith testified before members of the Congress of the United States.

Her tireless work protecting the rights of gay and lesbian youth has established her as a major force in the fight for human rights.

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